Chapter 8
Kaitlyn Alabaster sits in the gallery of the main floor of the House of Congress where meetings have been going on all night, ever since the solar event was discovered. She has her coffee, and an earpiece to the conversations on the main floor; too much rock and roll to hear even the heated talk, due to echoes within the chamber. She requires clarification under these circumstances. As head of the USGS, she carries interest in being here having been informed that her department will be called on to testify in the ten o’clock hour, however she has been in attendance since nine-thirty.
Senators, with odd names she did not know, were asking questions of department heads, whose scope of responsibilities were out of line with the solar event. Tempers would flare on both sides, as no
